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Retrograde relatives went for their slippers.
The dogs shared a chuckle, & some more of what came from the horse. The puppies were beside themselves. As victims of a multiple birth, they couldn't help themselves, but they were still hungry.
"Where the hell is dinner?" their spokesone whined.
"It's in your kibble," growled Merrick.
"Go back to your humors; I'm lactating!" came offering Silenus.
All unknowing where the satyr even can from, the pups dugged in.
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